Feeling warm on a cold day is a skill They say suffering is a choice But my suffering is an open battle The bleeding. The dying. And the yelling won’t cease When you’re told you’re like an atomic bomb Detonated, and everything’s gone When you feel like a stampede Like a forest fire Like open…
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Twelve glass stars in June
It’s like the ocean Incessant The way it washes over you An hourglass moment Before you taste, saline By then, the universe is dark Infinite shards of glass You’re alone, It’s vast, It’s cold You no longer feel your legs For you’ve forgotten they’re even there And so you let the waves take you Beyond…
You can’t hear it but it’s there
Words are nothing but breaths taken with meaning So many words that that haven’t been spoken but felt Mj Blasco Copyright © All Rights Reserved. All Images were taken by me unless stated otherwise
The Ambivalence of Love
As we contemplate every breath Its purpose, raw like cold air We’re faced with truths Naught but others’ perception When you’re caught in vines And too weak to let loose From his touch Burning. Deleterious Stares, harsh as headlights from an impatient motor humming in the distance Choices you have to make As vulnerable as…
The Games We Play
I’m going to tell you a story About the day you stopped seeing me Do you know what it’s like To be invisible? Do you know what it’s like to open your heart to someone who is afraid of blood? Your ambivalent breath confuses me So I take matters into my own… thoughts And I…
Lead Glass Rubies
That’s another mark I carve To prove I’m still here As I draw the line And the wall starts to crumble I feel the warm liquid, rapid Like rage The light hits They’re like glittering rubies Mesmerising Rhythmic, as they hit the ground And then I feel something… So I reach for the bandages. Mj…
Just Breathe
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The Paradox of an Untrusting Mind
They say the best way to learn trust Is to allow yourself to fall Into someone else’s arms What they don’t tell you about Is the dozen broken bones You’re left with when you’re done Copyright © All Rights Reserved. All Images were taken by me unless stated otherwise
The hostages
It’s 7pm All my emotions sat in front of me Gagged, cable tied, duct taped Unable to move, unable to breathe They look up at me And they look Overfilled Unstable One by one I make them walk the curb And just like that I’m disappointed Copyright © All Rights Reserved. All Images were…
What it’s not
Relentless raindrops stringing down what seems to be an illusion; the wind, creator of oscillating figures staging as promises. Copyright © All Rights Reserved. All Images were taken by Mj Blasco unless stated otherwise
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